having a webpage tracker has strangely provided me with a lot of laughs. today someone visited my site by searching for “rubber points” on yahoo (i’m search result number 3), and another by searching for “estella warren cigars” on google (number 21). it’s so weird, you would think the title would throw people off the trail. i’m sure once they got here they were disappointed. but they’re not as cool as whoever is reading this part here, right now.

i just realized that by typing those exact words that were searched for, i’m only furthering the chances that these random web travelers will end up here. i’m so devious.

the radio show tonight was decent. my interns are pretty cool and the music we played was pretty good. i don’t think anyone listened though. curse you, internet radio.

what else about today? i screwed up a finance quiz. i didn’t eat anything all day until almost 6pm, and it strangely didn’t affect me much. i finished american psycho, which was a joy to read even though some parts almost made me nauseous, which is impressive for literature, if you ask me. oddly, and to a different degree of course (i’ve never mutilated anyone and don’t see it happening in the future), i can kind of see where he’s coming from. sympathy, not empathy.

now if only barnobleses would get the new books here so i can start good omens. i may have to read comic books and magazines in the interim to keep from going mad for lack of reading material. but i won’t. go mad i mean. i’m the boy next door.

“though i can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable: i simply am not there.”